I've known Andrew since I was three years old, and Christian since I was almost as small (since I met Lochlan, Caleb and Christian all on the same night at the street party when I got dinged in the head and ruined someone's street hockey power play.)
The two of them caught up with me last evening. These days I'm probably closer to Christian than to Andrew overall. Andrew exists on the fringe and never says a thing about his love life. I've often worried that he might be turning monkish. Christian has always made a point that his love life was off limits. He said decades ago he wasn't going to mess with me because I'm too much trouble and that he would always and forever function as a big brother, nothing more. He's gotten in trouble for pranking me and he never lets up. He's hard on me because no one else is and silly me, I thought last night might be an exception.
This is none of your business, Bridget.
Two of my best friends in the world are in love and it's not? We should be celebrating. Also how am I the last one to know.
I just told you. It's none of your business what I do outside of time with you. I live here. I pay rent. That doesn't give you a free window into everything I do.
So we're not friends. I'm just the landlady.
I didn't say that. But you don't need a front row seat to my private life.
If you don't tell me you're dating another good friend but the rest of the point knows, then it's withholding on purpose, just from me. Why?
Because you romanticize everything.
Because it's romantic!
What if it isn't?
You're going to stand here next to one another and tell me you're casually hooking up. You're going to dismiss all of the attraction, the emotion that put you together in the first place.
Sometimes it is what it looks like.
It looks to me like you're falling in lo-
Bridget, stop it! Accept that people just do things. Like you and Duncan. Are you in love with him?
Of course I am.
Then you're different than every other person on this earth.
He tried to soften the whole thing with a hug but I was a stiff as a board and in tears. I don't know what's wrong with me but apparently it's wrong. If it is, I don't ever want to be right. Also it really really sucks to be on the outside.